5 In Paradife, within the Gates,

An higher Entertainment waits;
Fruits new and old laid up in Store,
Where we fhall feed, but thirst no more.

LXXVIII. The Strength of CHRIST's Love, and the Soul's Jealousy of her own, Cant. viii. 5, 6, 7, 13, 14.

WHO

HO is this fair One in Distress, That travels from the Wilderness, And prefs'd with Sorrows and with Sins, On her beloved LORD fhe leans?

2 This is the Spouse of CHRIST our GOD,
Bought with the Treafures of his Blood;
And her Requeft and her Complaint,
Is but the Voice of ev'ry Saint:

3

O let my Name engraven ftand'

"Both on thy Heart, and on thy Hand:
"Seal me upon thine Arm, and wear
"That Pledge of Love for ever there.

4 Stronger than Death thy Love is known,
"Which Floods of Wrath could never drown;
“And Hell and Earth in vain combine
"To quench a Fire fo much divine.

5

"But I am jealous of my Heart,
"Left it fhould once from thee depart;
"Then let thy Name be well impress'd
"As a fair Signet on my Breaft.

6" Till thou haft brought me to thy Home,
"Where Fears and Doubts can never come;
"Thy Count'nance let me often see,
"And often thou fhalt hear from me.

7" Come, my Beloved, hafte away,
"Cut fhort the Hours of thy Delay;
"Fly like a youthful Hart or Roe
"Over the Hills where Spices grow."

LXXIX. A Morning Hymn, Pfalm xix. 5, 8. and lxxiii. 24, 25.

'G

OD of the Morning, at whofe Voice
The chearful Sun makes hafté to, rife,

And like a Giant doth rejoice

To run his Journey thro' the Skies;

2 From the fair Chambers of the East
The Circuit of his Race begins,
And without Wearinefs or Reft,
Round the whole Earth he flies and fhines!

3 Oh, like the Sun may I fulfil
Th' appointed Duties of the Day,
With ready Mind and active Will
March on and keep my heav'nly Way.
[4 But I fhall rove and lose the Race,
If Gop, my Sun, fhould difappear,
And leave me in this World's wide Maze,
To follow ev'ry wand'ring Star.]

5 LORD, thy Commands are clean and pure,
Enlightning our beclouded Eyes;

Thy Threat'nings juft, thy Promife fure;
Thy Gospel makes the fimple wife.
6 Give me thy Counfel for my Guide,
And then receive me to thy Blifs;
All my Defires and Hopes befide
Are faint and cold, compar'd with this.

2

LXXX. An Evening Hymn, Pfalm iv. 8. and iii. 5, 6. and cxliii. 8.

THUS far the LORD has led me on,

Thus far his Pow'r prolongs my Days, And ev'ry Ev'ning fhall make known Some fresh Memorial of his Grace, 2 Much of my Time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my Home ; But he forgives my Follies paft, He gives me Strength for Days to come. 3 I lay my Body down to fleep; Peace is the Pillow for my Head; While well-appointed Angels keep Their watchful Stations round my Bed. 4 In vain the Sons of Earth or Hell Tell me a thousand frightful Things; My GoD in Safety makes me dwell Beneath the Shadow of his Wings. [5 Faith in his Name forbids my Fear: O may thy Prefence ne'er depart! And in the Morning make me hear The Love and Kindness of thy Heart, 1

6 Thus when the Hour of Death fhall come, My Flesh shall reft beneath the Ground, And wait thy Voice to roufe my Tomb, With fweet Salvation in the Sound.]

LXXXI. A Song for Morning or Evening,
Lam. iii. 23. Ifa, xlv. 7.

MY GOD, how endless is thy Love!

Thy Gifts are ev'ry Ev'ning new;

And Morning Mercies from above
Gently diftil like early Dew.

2 Thou spread'ft the Curtains of the Night,
Great Guardian of my fleeping Hours;
Thy Soy'reign Word reftores the Light,
And quickens all my drowsy Pow'rs.
3 I yield my Pow'rs to thy Command;
To thee I confecrate my Days;
Perpetual Bleffings from thine Hand
Demand perpetual Songs of Praife.

1

LXXXII. Goo far above Creatures: or, Man vain and mortal, Job iv. 17-21.

SH

Hall the vile Race of Flesh and Blood Contend with their Creator, God? Shall mortal Worms prefume to be More Holy, Wife, or Juft, than He?

2 Behold he puts his Truft in none
Of all the Spirits round his Throne;
Their Natures, when compar'd with his,
Are neither Holy, Juft, nor Wife.

3

But how much meaner Things are they Who fpring from Duft and dwell in Clay! Touch'd by the Finger of thy Wrath, We faint and perish like the Moth. 4 From Night to Day, from Day to Night, We die by Thoufands in thy Sight; Bury'd in Duft whole Nations lie Like a forgotten Vanity.

5 Almighty Pow'r, to Thee we bow; How frail are we! how glorious Thou! No more the Sons of Earth fhall dare With an eternal GoD compare.

LXXXIII. Afflictions and Death under
Providence, Job v. 6-8,

NOT

WOT from the Duft Affliction grows,
Nor Troubles rife by Chance;
Yet we are born to Cares and Woes;
A fad Inheritance!

2 As Sparks break out from burning Coals,
And ftill are upwards borne;
So Grief is rooted in our Souls,
And Man grows up to mourn: